A DOLLAR HORSE

I couldn’t sleep last night

And I walked down the stairs

To escape from my myself

and my fears.

Out of the house, on the street,

a big black horse asked me for a dollar.

A dollar? I answered.

I haven’t seen a dollar in awhile.

The big black horse invited me for a ride

And I proposed a walk.

We walk, the big black horse and I,

And its channel bag in the night,

I said my name,

And if you wonder what was its name

I rather to keep it to myself.

The big black horse and I

At some point

Took apart,

After the walk, after the ride.

But, just before that,

I remembered a forgotten dollar in my pocket

Which it was appreciated by the big black horse

That walked away from me.

Angel Garcia

New York May 19, 2012